A new blog

I'm starting a new blog project that more accurately reflects what I'm dealing with now in my life. I feel like while we haven't gotten completely out of the woods and recovered financially from our adventures in poverty, we are facing different challenges that aren't quite the best reflection of where I wanted this blog to go and stay.

Onward to the next adventure in my life -- to repair my body enough that I can enjoy my family and my life. I want to enjoy life, not just survive it poorly. And while I may never be well off or financially secure -- I desperately want to be content and happy.

So if you are interested in following my search for the fountain of youth... or really the fountain of middle age, check out my next blog that will follow my preparation for and recovery from total knee replacement. I'll also throw in the other struggles of having a kid in school, two kids to homeschool, two big dogs, a evil cat and a husband that looks more like Santa everyday. Not to mention I might occasionally unload all the emotions of listening to a police scanner and getting paid to read the news four times a day.

Come along on my next adventure at Seeking the fountain of 40:  https://40fountain.blogspot.com/

Desperately seeking the fountain of middle age

Well, its official, I have a date with the surgeon for a total knee replacement. He warned me of the dangers, the recovery, the possibility that this won't solve my pain. I said we had to try. I'm not looking for the fountain of youth that takes me back to my twenties; I'm looking for the fountain of middle age that allows me to enjoy my forties.

So now I have to prepare. I wish I could build up my leg muscles to what they were before I got hurt, but that's the problem with this traumatic arthritis, its so painful that every step is miserable. The house needs rearranged and readied. My husband and kids need to prepare. I need to prepare at work. There is so much to be done. I have my lists started. My husband has his started too.

I've made the mistake of watching a couple of YouTube videos on what the surgeon will do . I don't recommend doing this if you are ever facing a major surgery. I was a little grossed out and wavered on whether I really wanted the surgeon attacking my knee with drills, saws, mallets and screwdrivers. It's such an invasive surgery that I really wondered if the results will be better than what I have right now. In the end, I've decided that even if it doesn't solve the pain, it probably won't leave me much worse than I am normally.

The doctor warned me that it would take at least a year to fully recover and feel better if this works. I've got a lot of hope that in another year I'll be able to start making up for the time I've lost.

Catching up

Here's the hard part of climbing out of the financial grave we've been wallowing in for the last couple of years: Catching up.

You see, when you have to sell things off, and you have to contract your lives to a small space in the universe, you'll eventually end up with the worst of everything you had. You can't afford to maintain your belongings properly, so they fall apart faster.

As we slowly save and catch up we are seeing this more and more. The paint on the walls have needed touched up for a couple of years. Unfortunately, the paint store our colors came from was bought out and now we can't go in and ask for a can of Frontier Tan for our walls.Trying to match it has proven to be difficult. So we have to consider completely repainting or touching it up with a poor match and having those spots glaringly remind us that our neglect and lack of money has ruined our walls. We still aren't in the financial space to consider repainting everything, so we live with the glare of neglect.

We recently rented a Rug Doctor to clean the carpet in the main living area. It too, was a task that fell to the wayside after money tightened and my ability to scrub on my hands and knees instantly disappeared. This was something we used to do every six months. No mattered how many times we went over the carpet we weren't able to get it as clean as we used to. Its so disheartening to know that we've ruined our carpet simply by being too poor. We are far from sloven, but the deep cleaning we neglected to do over the years certainly shows.

It feels like poverty and pain has ruined so much more than a few calendars worth of days. It will take us a long time to be able to repair all of the things we've had to neglect and to rebuild what we've given up. It's nice to be able to start, but it's overwhelming to consider how far we have to go.

Adventures in something else

I think about this blog often, but I've stopped fleshing out ideas regularly and I've stopped putting them on the page as often. Our financial situation has settled in and we are working as hard as possible to slowly rebuild. Enough quiet and peace to write eludes me.The struggle to figure out the next step, the guessing which trail will lead us out of this dark canyon are done. We have a path that we've committed to, and its just as hard as any of the other options that we found.

We work hard, and we try hard to do what needs to be done. We sacrifice as much as we can in order to give our kids what they need. We make hard decisions daily. We live in a hard place. I suppose we had no choice but to harden.

We had a tiny bit of money this winter. It was enough to finally travel to see family. The days leading up to our trip were beyond exhausting. But the chance to leave, see people and get out was too much to pass up. I haven't really gone anywhere since I got hurt. I spent a night in Oregon for a job interview, but beyond that I've been increasingly homebound.

We traveled. We celebrated. We came home excited and happy. We all thought everyone had a great time, laughing, joking, and just enjoying the family members we got to see. Every single person in my little family was so happy that we spent Christmas with the people we did. We started talking about the next time we could go somewhere and the next time we could see more family.

Nearly a month later it was brought to my attention that people hadn't enjoyed our visit as much as we had. I didn't realize that the jokes we made and the light-hearted teasing weren't jokes that people appreciated. Or that kids who are always in constant motion and who interrupt and talk over each other and finish one another's thoughts and sentences were being rude. I didn't realize they were being anything but the people they have become.

The hardness, struggle and isolation of the past four years has made us unpleasant to be around. Its not that we want to be terrible people, its that we can't help it. The light and joy of never knowing dark, dark fear and unending pain has long gone from our lives. We are changed. We have changed into a stronger, more resilient family. Unfortunately, resiliency means that we are more like a thorny, poisonous cactus instead of a delicate, ruffled fern. We don't know how to be anything but this way. Its how we've survived.

But I won't mourn for the days that are lost. I've already done that. I feel bad that people expected something different from us.

I've been open in our fears and struggles. I've been open in our losses and pain. And now I need to be aware that even though its all out here, people will never quite know what this journey is doing to us.

Laundry at midnight

When my husband and I first married we worked the irregular hours that 18 and 19 year olds with something to prove worked: late nights, early mornings, day shifts, split shifts. Just as long as we were together at the end of the night we were happy. 

I would get off work earlier than him, and walk or bike to the service station where he worked and wait for him to be done. Once he closed the station late on Saturday night, we'd go home, cram all of our laundry into two baskets and go to the laundromat. We'd have the machines and the midnight hours almost always to ourselves in that little laundromat. We'd talk about hopes and dreams knowing that we'd not be working that hard forever. We knew some day we'd live in a house and have our own washer and dryer and we'd leisurely do our laundry on Mondays like proper folks.

Tonight, after a long, painful week I came home to the piles of clothes I left sorted on the floor. I never thought I'd be this tired. I never imagined that every single step would be this miserable. When we were young there were times when laundry at midnight was just what we did. And later there were times that laundry at midnight couldn't be tolerated. Children often dictate those times simply by existing as children. But tonight, the laundry needed finished.

After I dragged my weary self into the house and took care of the nightly duties that my husband usually does before I get home, I faced down the laundry. Four loads awaited me. So four loads I've washed, dried, folded and put away. In the end I hate doing laundry this way. I really want to believe that the kids notice me doing my laundry even at the end of an exhausting week, but its well past 1 a.m. now.  They'll never even think about what I did in the hours after they went to bed. I'm not sure they even realize just how exhausted I am at the end of a week.

Every day this week I've arrived home at a very dark hour exhausted and weary. My husband is working in a different state, leaving the kids and I to manage without him. I'll be honest, it is so hard. I don't normally grocery shop. I only do a load of laundry here and there. I don't normally take care of the pets. I'm not home during prime homework hours or even when my oldest gets home. I'm usually so exhausted that I don't line out the day for any of the kids. I exist until I can control my pain and fatigue and then I contribute with the occasional lesson taught, a little cooking and I work. I know my failings as a mom with this knee so I work as hard and as much as I can in order to at least provide financially.

This week has been so hard though. I don't know how on earth we are going to rebuild our lives if living is so damn hard. The pain and exhaustion, as well as obligations, are so daunting. I do not know how other parents manage. This week I've been on my own, and never has it been more obvious just how alone we are here. Other people have family and friends who they can count on but we really don't. Not in the sense that I can ask for help. 

Limitations

The injury I suffered a couple of years ago has destroyed not only the knee that it happened to but by compensating for it the other knee and two discs in my lower back are in serious trouble now. Some days its really hard to walk or move my legs. Usually at the end of the week I suffer more from the extra steps I've taken. My Sundays are spent mostly in bed or in a recliner. I hate it but its what I have to do in order to keep my family afloat.

While I jump through the hoops that insurance requires of me, and the conservative doctors in my areas hem and haw around about how to treat my compounding problems I still have to work and face every day. 

Sometimes when the pain is bad and my legs just don't work anymore I use a wheelchair. Its liberating being able to leave the house and go someplace despite the pain. There are some major downsides though.

Even as the chair allows me more freedom, its a huge inconvenience to the people around me. Its heavy and bulky and slow. I'm overweight and since I've not put the time into building my arm strength I'm slow. And I'm ashamed to need help being pushed on hills. I don't really know how to open doors by myself, and I'm not strong enough to manage some things on my own.  

Its embarrassing to my family. No one wants to load up the chair to go shopping or even out for a walk.  Its heartbreaking that I'm not going places because I need too much help. Its embarrassing for me to be a part-time wheelchair user too. I've used the chair at work a couple of times, usually at the end of a terrible work week when I was just incapable of walking into the office. Nothing has mortified me more than the person from advertising thinking it was OK to grill me on my wheelchair use when I was just trying to pick up my copies from the printer. 

I hate to call in sick when I'm perfectly able to do my work with a simple modification of using wheels instead of legs, but after that loud and embarrassing questioning I will not use the chair when most others are around. Fortunately, the last day of my work week is Saturday when the office is quiet, and a few tactful coworkers are the other people in the office.

I miss the days of going where I want when I want. I miss the days of taking the kids out for hikes. I miss walking my dogs. And I miss the nightly walks that my husband and I used to take. 

Another birthday

I observed another birthday yesterday. I took an extremely rare day off of work to stay home, nap and hang out with my children. We went out for a dinner where I didn't have to split my meal with someone else (although I probably should have) and then came home for cake. I opened a couple of gifts -- soap and kitchen items.

Oh, and nothing makes you feel old like receiving a permanent disability placard from the DMV on your birthday.

I continue to work hard to make sure my family is provided for, and I'm grateful for my job as always. 

A recent conversation turned to the fate of a family member who is in his 20's. As the speaker lamented the young man's low income and how hard it is for him to find a place to rent and to pay for necessities she brought up his actual pay.  He makes as much as I do. I feel bad for his relationship status, and his other problems, but his supposed poverty is insulting.  

Or maybe I'm just so very, very tired of my own struggle that someone else's just doesn't elicit the sort of sympathy it should. 

It is the same bitterness I feel now when I think about someone who desperately needed money earlier this year. After many thank yous and promises to pay it back the next month, it wasn't. It was my own fault for letting someone else's desperation take precedence over my own planning. My desire to help someone else outweighed my good sense. That is a painfully expensive lesson.

There's a snowball effect too.  I finally managed to maximize my efficiency at work so I was performing all of my tasks at a reasonably high quality with minimum issues and mistakes and in less time. But now that we are again out of savings I've had to ask for more work. I see less of my family and am increasingly bitter at people who don't value hard work in the same way.

I'm too tired to be effective at homeschooling the two kids who are still at home. I'm too tired and in too much pain to have any life outside of work. I dread the oncoming winter and holidays since I know it will be yet another year where I can't provide for my children.

So my life lessons this year are laced with ever-increasing bitterness.  Eventually I hope to just get to the point where I don't feel bad about being bitter.